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VENUS

She used to secretly fear this, the big imposing door leading to Ravenclaw Tower and her sister. As a first year Venus remembered waiting for her twin in the corridor and then finally plucking up the courage to knock and try her luck with the riddle. Years later, she had no such misgivings, and the blonde pushed past a group of third years so she didn’t have to listen to them struggle.

“What asks but never answers?”

“This stupid door, let me in.” Had the eagle knocker been able to roll its eyes, she was quite sure it would have. Still, the door swung open to admit the Slytherin and Venus smiled triumphantly as she closed it in the faces of the young Ravenclaws who’d attempted to follow her.

The familiar tall blonde wasn’t among the group of students studying in the common room, although they did look up and glare at the intruder as Venus bounced through on her way to her sister’s dorm. Diana wasn’t here either, but the room was blessedly free of any other seventh year girls. So Venus flopped down on the bed belonging to her sister and started to sift through the items on her bedside table. Nothing interesting, so she moved to the drawer and discovered Diana’s stash of sugar quills. The older Rowle twin fought the urge to snap them all simply for the satisfying noise and mess it would make. Instead, she lay back on the bed and busied herself picking at a loose thread from her sister’s bedspread. Venus did not wait well.

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“ your sister is here. ”

that was the first thing diana heard stepping into the ravenclaw dormitory. the voice doesn’t sound pleased but she isn’t bothered. the rowle twins have been going into the other’s dormitory since their first year. they were too close to be separated by the notion of being in different houses, too desperate for the other’s company to listen to the rules saying they should stay in their own dormitories and only see each other in the common spaces in the castle. of all the rules hogwarts has, staying to her own dormitory wasn’t a rule she minded breaking.

she took the steps to the bedroom quickly and her eyes sought her sister immediately. seeing her lying on her own bed, a smile crossed her face.

“ venus ! ”

her steps were hurried and she got onto her bed, pushing her sister slightly so she could make herself some room. the twin beds were small but the two girls could fit on them easily so long as they didn’t mind sharing each other’s space.

“ i didn’t know you were coming tonight. i hope you weren’t here too long. ” there was something chiding within her voice but there was no real weight to it.

diana tucked her hands underneath her head and stared at the ceiling. she didn’t mind not always having a lot of conversation. sometimes it was nice just being next to venus. she listened to the sound of her sister breathing for a few moments before reaching over for her sister’s hand, twining their fingers together.

“ can you believe it’s our seventh year already ? i feel like it was just yesterday that we were first years. don’t you wonder where the time went ? ”

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FREYA

It’s that voice. It’s so hauntingly familiar, but just different enough for Freya to know which Rowle twin has captured her attention. Of course, on appearances alone, they’re different enough (that was the thing about fraternal twins, wasn’t it?)– Diana wasn’t known for her striking angles and sharp edges the way Venus was, but Freya had always appreciated the other girl’s softness. It wasn’t a weak sort of softness, but rather an undeniable wisdom, as ease at which she conducted herself. Thus, when Diana states that she isn’t one to jump to dramatics, it’s easy believe. She had always had the admiral trait of maturity, a trait that Freya thinks many of her other peers could use.

“I’m afraid it’s been a while since I’ve seen Venus,” Freya admits, and it’s slightly more painful than she cares to admit. She decides that “a while” is vague enough for the both of them. “As for Silv, I saw him at breakfast– last I heard he was entertaining some third-years with a tale about Chinese Fireballs…” she chuckles, with a knowing grin “Though I’m sure you probably already know all about those adventures.” Diana had always had a penchant for creatures, a trait Freya had never quite shared, “But believe me, neither of them would purposely avoid if there’s one thing that I know it’s that they love you dearly.”

“ hm. ” she makes a sound of acknowledgement but displeasure crosses her face. it’s not freya’s fault, of course, but diana would have rather had a different answer from the hufflepuff. her fingers still tap on the edge of the table. “ i suppose i’ll find them eventually. there are only so many places to hide here. ” there’s a wry smile on her lips that only grows at what freya says about silvanus. it surely sounds like him. “ i have heard those stories, but he does tell them better than i ever could hope to. if you haven’t heard him talk about his occamy, you should ask him. there are more tales than i could count, but all of them are worth hearing. ” she isn’t the sort to seek approval or validation about the relationships she has with other, but diana can’t help but straighten up as she listens to freya’s last remark. “ i know that. ” she does. “ i hope you don’t think i believe you’re bad company — i’m just closer with them. ” it isn’t meant to be mean but it is direct.

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TASK 002: CLASS SCHEDULE

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KASSIUS

where: the great hall, ravenclaw table when: september 2nd, 1945 ; morning who: open to all !!

He’d been up with the dawn, out and down to the pitch to greet the sun. There were few places he could truly think clearly – the sky afforded this. Although there was little time to indulge in a lengthy fly, he had shot skyward, letting out a huffing breath to loose the tension that always lived between his shoulder blades. It escaped into the sky – and then thudded back down to the earth with him, as it always did. The sun peered, un-judging, over the horizon as he had trudged off to take a cold shower in the locker rooms, for it was still too early for the water to be hot, and gritted his teeth against the heart-stopping cold that assaulted his shoulders, his back, dripped from his hair and chattered at his lips. He took it – he needed to be awake. A painful shock was often better than coffee.

And he still dripped as he settled at the Ravenclaw table, gripping a mug so hot by comparison that it nearly burned his palms. The silence of early morning was steeling, and though his hair dripped in an unsteady, distracting rhythm upon his shoulders, he found peace in it. Peace that would, undoubtedly, be broken by the sleepy throngs at any moment. And so he took advantage, producing his journal from within the bag slung on the table beside him, and flipping to the latest drawing: a wand, already dappled at the edges with the last time he had dripped post-Quidditch shower water upon its pages.

And as he began to sketch, tendril of steam rising from the mug in his other hand, the last moment of early morning silence was broken. He shivered once more – though not at all from the water upon his shoulders – and pressed on, fingers and shoulders alike already beginning to ache.

mornings and diana were not friends. she exists best in the evening, when the stars were glinting in the sky and the moon was shining bright. she loves how darkness cloaked the sky and the ground and the world seemed to still. mornings, however, she has deemed to be some sort of curse, an attack against her and all that she stands for. she moves slow, sluggishly, pulling on her robes and shoes and socks. as she walks to the great hall, she focuses on the sound of her shoes stepping on the stone floor, tap tap tap.

the great hall is still mostly empty and she finds herself feeling envious of those students who have gotten a few moments more of sleep than her. diana walks to the ravenclaw table with a practiced ease, taking a seat across from kassius. at first, she says nothing. she grabs a mug of tea and reaches for a lemon. she squeezes the juice into her drink before spooning three lumps of sugar into it. she’s got a sweet tooth. it’s a guilty pleasure. she gives it a stir before bringing it up to her mouth and taking a long sip. the warmth of her tea floods her chest.

finally, she begins to pay mind to those around her. her focus almost immediately lands on kassius.

she’s watching. at first, her eyes land on the page of the sketchbook opened, and she looks at the lines etched in the paper, the shading and artistry. then, she moves to watch his hands. they move with practiced confidence, the sort that come with time. “ you’re talented, kass —” she remarks quietly, leaning forward on her elbows.

“ glad to know there’s more to you than just book-reading party wallflower. ” it’s a tease and her mouth has quirked upwards into a smirk. “ is that wand real, like one you’ve seen ? or is it just from your imagination ? ”

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when: september 3rd, 1945 ; 12:45 pm where: the library who: @freyaflint

“ have you seen my sister ? ” diana stands at the side of the table, her fingers tapping on the edge as she looks expectantly at freya. she doesn’t know the other girl well — really, not at all. it’s strange. they’ve been in each other’s life for ages, in the periphery, but neither made the effort to reach out and get to know each other beyond that. it’s sad, once diana begins to think too deeply about it, but it’s nothing to dwell on now. more than six years have passed without feeling remorseful on the subject — why should she start now ? she glances at the watch on her wrist before taking a seat across from freya ( she doesn’t intend to stay long, but she doesn’t feel like standing any longer. were she to linger any longer, she’d begin rocking on her heels, anxious and unsettled. it’s better for everyone if she just sits ). “ or have you see silv ? either of them will do. ” she purses her lips and glances around at the few students doddling around. “ i’m not one to jump to dramatics and to think they’re actively avoiding me, but neither are to be found and that’s rather odd, if you ask me. ”

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TASK 001: CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

full name: diana marie rowle nicknames: di, dee place of birth: cardiff, wales current location: hogwarts sexual/romantic orientation: demisexual panromantic preferred pronouns: she/her/hers sex: woman gender: cisgender one personality trait they’re proud of having: her confidence. so many people think she would be uncertain and wavering with how timid she is, but she’s got a confidence of her own, one that would rival venus’ own. she knows who she is and she’s sure of herself. her own identity isn’t something she struggles with. insecurities: is her sister better than she is ? who is she without her name ? what will she lose if she chooses a side her loved ones aren’t on ? positive traits: intelligent, sure, inquisitive negative traits: selfish, naive, soft other people’s opinions of them:” we forgot girl had twin but she might have her own value. ” three words to describe them: bright. double. individual. one major turning point in their life: meeting one silvanus kettleburn. if they could time travel, when would they go? the 1900 paris art exposition. ideal romantic partner: silvanus kettleburn diana rowle is a strong independent ravenclaw who don’t need no partner. favorite way to waste time: talking to diana or silv about whatever’s on her mind. she has a tendency to ramble but it’s no big deal. she’s clever and witty and usually interesting to listen to. given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? she would write or scribble music. view on home and family? family is very important and needs to be respected, but it isn’t the end-all be-all. any secret stashes? every time she goes to hogsmeade, she buys a handful of sugar quills. it doesn’t matter if she has some in her dorm. she just buys more. how do they express themself? she expresses herself through her words. she has countless things to say and often they bubble up and burst out in long tangents and rants. sometimes they have points. sometimes they don’t. but there is just so much to be said, just not enough time to say it all. what did they want to be when they grew up? venus. what do you like most about them? i’m really intrigued by her neutrality and indifference to what side she ends up on so long as it’s the winning side. one or more plots you’re dying to have: someone give her a reason to choose a side.

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&. / the library

the day has been long and diana wants to go to sleep after the sorting feast. actually, she wanted to go to sleep — but after hearing what headmaster dippet said, her mind is racing. a new professor ? grindelwald caught ? there is nearly too much to process. it is exciting, all of it, but really it means change will be coming. the change in staff is minor compared to how the world outside the castle walls will be affected.

grindelwald’s gone — or, at least, he’s imprisoned, and will no longer be able to continue his reign of terror.

diana can’t help but feel unaffected. she knows he’s done horrible, monstrous things, she knows he would have continued to do so if he weren’t subdued by dumbledore, but none of it has touched her. her world has remained unchanged in essence. it’s selfish to think, but a part of her feels nothing, no joy or glee or excitement. it really doesn’t matter.

she is following behind the rest of the ravenclaws when she stops and ducks away down a corridor. she knows if she heads to the common room now, she will lie awake for hours, caught up in thought and in wonder. maybe, just maybe, the library will have something to assuage her curiosities.

the library is empty, but this comes as no surprise. everyone ought to be going to bed — she ought to be going to bed — but she reasons with herself that she only plans to be there for a few minutes anyway. no harm will come from her being there. she’s about to head towards a spot underneath a far window, a shelf lined with muggle books, one she has become intimately familiar with over the years, when she notices two books on the return cart.

it seems awfully early for anyone to have anything to return.

she walks over, her steps quiet, and her fingers ghost over the spines of the books. the embossed text is raised under her fingertips as she reads the name of the first book. VAN SWINDLEHOPPER: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY. her breath catches and she pulls it off of the cart, flipping it open to the first chapter. her eyes skim over the words, reading bits and pieces, and she wants to know more. this book is like finding a pot of gold. like surely everyone else, she is curious about the new professor. he’s a novelty, something exciting — a hit wizard is surely something few at hogwarts have come across before.

she almost tucks the book in her bag and turns away. almost.

she sets the autobiography down and picks up the other book and, merlin almighty, her heart nearly stops. the book is old, the cover feeling dusty in her hands, but she recognizes the golden title of it. FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM. she’s nearly trembling as she flips open the cover. don’t say first edition, don’t say first edition. it’s nearly sacrilegious of her to not want such a thing but her bag is full.

she looks around and doesn’t see the librarian. there’s no one here to loan it to her. if she’s stealing the book ( which — to note — she does intend to return whichever she takes later ), she can only take one.

her eyes skim across the book’s information. she thinks it is a first edition. she opens the book, her fingers gingerly flipping the pages one by one, and she thinks that she’s fallen in love ( dramatic, unlike her ). someone has scribbled notes in the margins. where she would normally be angry, the notes look to be accurate. oh, she thinks, she needs to read this.

she looks back to the autobiography. it was written by van swindlehopper himself, that’s the whole point of an autobiography, she thinks, and surely the wizard will be expecting a few questions during his first class. any burning curiosities that fix themselves to her tongue can be asked then, couldn’t they ? of course, maybe he’ll just direct students to his book, telling them to read it and then come with follow-ups only.

she sighs, her shoulders falling.

the other book, though, could be checked out by anyone from first year to seventh ( as could the autobiography, but diana has already put the scamander book on a pedestal and it’s something nearly sacred to her ). the majority of them wouldn’t appreciate what they’d be holding. they would read it, probably carelessly tearing pages and spilling ink of their own on it. oh, the idea of that just breaks her heart.

a noise behind her startles her and she startles. she needs to hurry before she’s caught out of bed and gets in trouble.

she stares at the books, both equally important, both satisfying in their own ways. she slips the copy of FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM into her bag and leaves without a look back.

okay, maybe she looks back once. twice, actually. she doesn’t regret her choice, but wonder burns in her chest.

she falls asleep in ravenclaw tower that night with her arm wrapped around the book.

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✦ THE INTRODUCTION ✦

name: diana rowle

house: ravenclaw

blood status: pureblood

faceclaim: sophie turner

availability: taken by bee

✦ THE STORY ✦

What do you know about gold and glitter, little girl? What do you know about glamour and jewels and thrones? Not much, for you’ve always had a tighter grip on shadows and echoes. Your parents do their best to cultivate a perfect young lady within you, but you’ve always lacked a certain ease, a particular natural charisma which would have even the most stone-hearted falling before your feet. You do not need that validation nor adoration, for you’ve always had a an unique sense of self-assurance and independence. Your shyness is not weakness, your softness is simply steel-plated armor; you are well-armed for self-preservation. In the end you’ve found your place in the cracks of silent corners, while your sister has found her’s on center stage. You do not crave worship nor glory, but should your world come to war, you’ve sworn to yourself that you’ll choose the winning side, no matter the personal cost.

✦ THE CONNECTIONS ✦

venus rowle ✦ twin ✦ You’ve never managed to be truly envious of your sister, no matter how hard you’ve tried. You should hate her for a number of reasons, though you always find the list of reasons to love her to be equally as long. You fight relentlessly because despite being so different, you share more than just similar faces, you share a wicked stubbornness and desire to be right. People flock to her in hordes, while you prefer to lock yourself up in the library, but you can always rely on the bizarre codependency that keeps you tied together.

silvanus kettleburn ✦ best friend ✦ You’ve loved him hopelessly for years, but you swear he’s only ever had eyes for Venus. You might have been bitter in another life, but it’s such an utterly unsurprising turn of events, so completely cliche, that you find it difficult to be anything other than proud of the friendship you’ve built. He is undeniably thoughtful and caring; he has earned your trust more than any other. You know in your heart that he’s makes you the best version of yourself (perhaps it’s why you still hold on to your longings).

icarus lestrange ✦ anxiety ✦ His very presence unnerves you, perhaps because he screams of ingenuineness down to his bones. He’s tried to charm you on more than one occasion, as if you were an utter fool, unable see beyond his little white lies and sweet talk. Sometimes you’ll play into his talk out of mere curiosity, but most times you prefer to avoid his presence altogether. You’re clever enough to piece together a general idea of why he wants within his grasp, unfortunately for him, it also means your far too clever to give him what he wants.

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Congratulations, BEE! You have been accepted for the role of DIANE ROWLE! Bee, I think that it’s more than completely fair to say that you’ve blessed me twice today! This app was absolutely lovely– from start to finish you demonstrated such a robust understanding of who Diana is. Each para sample highlighted her personality and gave such a vivid insight into Diana’s understanding of the world around her. You’ve especially nailed her voice here– her love of creatures, her relationships with Silvanus and Venus all shined through this incredible app. I love that her favorite color is periwinkle, I love her fascination with Shakespeare, I love that she has a talent for music– essentially what I’m trying to say here, is that I love your Diana. I have no doubt she is going to be a wonderful addition to the dash and I am thrilled to see where you’ll take her next!

Your faceclaim change to: Sophie Turner has been accepted. Don’t forget to send in your account to the main and complete the items listed on the CHECKLIST!

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